"You bitch, you're cut off. Don't expect a damn dime from me in your account," he yelled again. I'm sure his phone was swimming in his spittle as he spoke. I never had the balls to talk to dad like this before, and I must say, it was pretty invigorating. Maybe it was because I was surrounded by a bunch of vampires that now hold a picture of my father's face to ensure he would never be let in.
Not that he would find us, anyway.
"You hear me?! Not a damn dime!" I cut the call and tossed the phone on the bed. Little did he know I moved all my money to a new bank account. Justin was pretty savvy in that department. It was like he had everything planned out before I even arrived. He forced mom to not take one single dime from her now ex-husband. Justin was supposedly rich anyway and said he would take care of us.
I mean, who ever heard of a poor vampire anyway?
They were all rich. If I met a poor vampire, I think I might choke on my own spit. This place was oozing with money. Many of them were old and invested in stocks and bonds when they first came on the scene. They lived in the lap of luxury.
Of course, I wasn't going to take anything from Justin. I'd find my way and pay back any expenses I racked up while I was here. I wasn't one for handouts, I worked a lot through college at the measly taco shack off campus.
Shoving my phone into my pocket, I went over to my easel. Justin discovered how much I loved to draw and gifted it to me. Part of me felt like he was trying to buy me, but the other part tried to see the good in him. He took my mother away, and now I couldn't see her. Sure, we were going to try and set up video chats until her blood lust calmed down, but it wasn't the same, and he knew that.
He was trying to give me distractions. Couldn't fault him for that.
I picked up my digital pad and pen instead of going with the traditional pen and paper route. The sun was slowly setting, and the picture of the landscape before me couldn't be ignored. Getting lost in the brushstrokes on the screen would calm my nerves.
Grabbing my oversized black sweatshirt with a corgi butt on the front and the saying, "feeling corgeous," I slipped it on and petted Christopher before I walked out the door.
The living room was filled with the other housemates watching a scary movie. The jump-scare scene had everyone screaming with laughter as I put the hood over my head.
A warm hand touched my shoulder. "Hey," a smile in the voice had me turn my head. It was Ashton, the vampire hater. There were days I could see the appeal of hating the vampires, but since I've been here, they have all been friendly, and I couldn't complain too much. They set us up in this nice house and let us be near our parents.
"I know transitioning can be hard," Ashton's voice grew soft. "We were giving you space but would love for you to hang out with us." The movie had paused, and everyone peered over the couch. The bleached blonde girl in the corner chair scowled, crossing her arms.
She looks friendly.
Ashton had that playboy smile, and dark hair with hints of natural copper highlights. He had a pretty face, a bigger build than that of Wyatt.
Ugh, now I'm thinking of that douche again.
I shuffled my feet, not really enjoying the closeness. I had this bubble, and I only let certain people in, and he was definitely not allowed in it. "I, uh, thanks." I managed to spit out. "I'm going to sit for a while, maybe some other time?" The blonde in the back smiled, sitting her prissy ass back in the chair.
Ashton's smile faltered his hand touching my shoulder. "It's alright. How about tomorrow you join us for movie night?" The rest of the crew looked hopeful, their smiles made me feel more welcomed.
"Sure," I murmured. "Guess I got to make friends sometime," I chuckled. Ashton's smile grew.
"Trust me, having some human friends will do you some good. We are all going through the scenario, and having others to lean on is a good thing." He winked as I stepped back to the door.
"You're probably right." I held my tablet tightly to my chest. "My mom is going through her blood lust right now, and it's been," I heaved a sigh. "Difficult." Ashton gave a small smile.
"Like I said, we've been there. We can help you through it." Ashton patted my shoulder and backed away. "Anytime you want to talk, I'm here." Nodding, I turned to the door and escaped the house. Maybe it would do some good to talk to other humans going through the same thing. Even if Suron said I should stay away.
How could he tell me to stay away from my own kind anyway?
Trudging towards the lake, the sun tickled the top of the trees. The benches usually filled with vampires, children, and humans transitioning had long gone. The lake was now quiet, the crickets and frogs singing in the quiet forest surrounding me.
Pulling my tablet from my chest, and the pen from my pocket I flipped it on to see the last piece of art I had made. It was a picture of Wyatt and me, our faces smooshed together at homecoming from high school. We both looked so happy, everything was innocent between us, or so I thought.
I sniffed, feeling the tingle in my nose. This was going to be a gift for him at graduation. I took the pen in my left hand, taking the erase icon and tapping it lightly. Each swipe was enough to pull more and more emotion from my heart. Slowly, my strokes brushed through the once happy faces.
I wasn't just erasing a picture. I was erasing memories. Memories that were tainted, fake, all a lie.
Humming, I continued to erase, slowly but surely, until tears fell down so quickly I didn't feel eyes watching me. My back stiffened as the last bit of the picture was now erased.
Turning slowly, my eyes looked up at a vampire staring at me. He was handsome, just like every other vampire here. Tall, with a slim athletic build. His face could have been carved from stone how sharp it was. Even with the youthful appearances of vampires, his face held a story.
There was something deeper, a longing held in his eyes. It wasn't an uneasy stare as he looked at me. It was a stare so deep I swear he saw every emotion that simmered in my body. My heart beat quickly, my body flushed. I blinked, wiping away the tears that had fallen down my reddened cheeks.
Shaking my head from the trance that beguiled me, I stood up, holding the tablet like it was the most precious thing. My eyes glared at the vampire who said nothing, whose stare continued to penetrate me. His eyes softened, his fists that were tightened loosened, and he took a step forward.
"Stay back," I held out my hand, ceasing him in his tracks.
SebastianI wasn’t expecting to find her this quickly, far from it. I thought I had a few more decades at least before I saw her but I didn’t. The smell of her O-negative blood had the wind shift around me. If the whisps of Bergarian dared to come to the Earth realm I swear they would have led me to her. My body moved with its own motivation to wander off the gravel path to get closer to the hooded figure that at on the bench by the lake.I had taken it upon myself to go explore on my own. As much as Rowan was being a great host, showing my room, giving me this thing called a cell phone, it was all too much. Too much electronics, televisions all the fancy stuff that humans had come up with since the last time I had been here some one hundred and fifty years ago.That was all behind me, however, as I stared at the dark hooded figure that overlooked the lake. She was in deep thought, her hand going over the screen of bright colors. A picture, a picture of a girl and a boy smashed agains
“Want to hear my last name?” she purred. Dear goddess almighty. When she isn’t talking like I’m going to eat her she had the most captivating deep, feminine voice. Luckily my hands were in my pockets.“S-sure,” I stuttered.“Business,” she winked throwing her hair over her shoulder, and continued the graveled path.“Nunya Business? Nunya Business.” I repeated over and over. I smiled widely, my fangs overshadowing my lower lip as I barked out a laugh. Slapping my knee my laughter roared over the lake, echoing into the not-to-distant woods. Vampires from afar watched me in amusement, some snorting at my ridiculousness. I don’t remember if I have ever laughed that hard in my life, it felt surprisingly refreshing, it felt right. My heart did summersaults, feeling the soaring eagles run through me.I was too busy laughing to pay attention where my beloved was going until the smell of her intoxicating scent filled my lungs. Different, her blood was different than any other human’s that I ha
Sebastian"And there is also this donkey," Suron began laughing, shaking his head. I paid him no attention. My mind was elsewhere. The urge to follow Christine back to her home and watch what bedroom she went into by the windows was so damn strong. I had to ensure she was alright, especially since she went into the house with many racist bastards. She was here, though. She was here in this coven. I found her the same day I arrived. What were the odds of that? I grinned slightly, looking over my shoulder. Gods, wouldn't it be great if she popped right back out of the house and walked down the cafeteria? She has to eat sometime.The phone buzzed in my pocket. Rowan had gifted me this contraption, and I spent most of my time in my room trying to work it. It was 'the latest craze,' the humans had created. Having seen a few from when I was on the road, I had questions about how they gazed into the window, falling into a mindless trance watching cat videos.It vibrated again. Pulling it
ChristineMy hand glid up the rail, trying to force myself up the stairs and into my room. For a reason unknown to me, my body wanted to walk out the door and find that handsome vampire. Which could not happen. Today had been too much and way embarrassing. Not only did I let someone sneak up on me while I let my walls down, but on top of it all, it was some handsome vampire with danger written all over him. He had fangs, ashen skin, nails that could lengthen into claws, and worst of all, I was damn attracted to him. Holy hell.He was completely different from Suron. I didn't find that goofball as a threat. Suron had this child-like innocence to him, which could be a ploy to get close to me, be the best of buddies to keep me away from mom. The way children seemed so keen on the vampire made me doubt that. Maybe he did want to be friends. Sebastian, though, was something else. There had to be an ulterior motive. No one that good-looking ever talks to me. The ruffled dark hair, the sl
Denying her happiness would be wrong, but part of me was selfish. Why couldn't we just be normal, have her find a nice human man to take care of her? But Justin was far from the ordinary human, he was perfect for mom. My back thumped on the bed, just before my phone buzzed. I immediately pressed accept, sitting up in the bed. Christopher jumped off his cat stand and curled in my lap as my mom's face came on the screen.How lame, I had to video chat with my mom, that was just down the street. God, she was beautiful. She had bright red eyes, her hair thick, and that beautiful lighter blonde had her eyes pop all the more. The pink rosy cheeks and her wrinkle-free face had her looking just like me. Mom didn't look like a mom anymore. We could pass for sisters."Chrissy!" she smiled, and as she did, my stomach sank even more. Those two white fangs protruded from her mouth. She frowned as my smile faded. I don't think I would get used to this."I'm sorry," she covered her mouth. "I'm stil
ChristineThe darkness loomed over me as I traveled through the coven. The lights that usually invaded the streets at night were so low it was no point to have them lit. Crunching of the white gravel, I veered off the path, walking to the enormous plantation-style house that housed Rowan and Adaline. That was my beacon, not the home where I was staying, and I wasn't sure why.It was a pull. Continuing to walk, my vision narrowed as I reached the house. Nothing else seems to matter but going up those front steps and walking through the white double doors. My heart beat into my chest, pounding relentlessly as I entered.This was a scene out of a horror movie. The lights were off, and small candles were lit in their wake. The wind outside had the tree limbs rattle at the windows. Why in the hell was I in here?It was a pull or a calling, I didn't know which, but it had me tugging along to the large staircase, urging me to climb. The more I climbed, the stronger the pull became. My brea
ChristineI pulled up to the first coffee shop I saw, probably the only coffee shop in town. My phone blasted loudly, the first ring I had heard from it in weeks. My friends had long packed up and moved out of college, most of them working for their parent's companies or maybe traveling the world. Pulling it out, hoping to see a familiar name, but to my dismay, it was an unknown number. Answering the phone with a questioning 'hello,' breathing on the other side insued. "Hello?" I pulled the phone away again, still not seeing a number. Repeating myself a third time, I huffed out a breath and hung up. Creep.The coffee shop was rather large for a town this size. There were numerous tables, some that could hold ten people. Then I realized that this town also served another purpose, which was for the vampires and their businesses.All the vampires were rich, or the older ones were anyway. After living for so long, they could invest, invest, invest and just reap the benefits later. They
SebastianHer scent.It was intoxicating.My fangs dripped venom as I watched her from afar. The small amount of lurking I did throughout the morning was relatively easy. She stayed in the coffee shop the entire time, and made a friend who was a werewolf. It seemed she was drawing enough supernatural attention to her, and it wasn't bothering her in the slightest.I had talked myself up to enter the shop, even daring to buy a cup of coffee from the wolf. Her eyes didn't even flutter in recognition as I dropped the change into the tip jar. "Enjoy!" she chirped. She reminded me much of Suron. They would either be the best of friends or the worst enemies with their cheerfulness.As I walked over, the arousal around her table had me stiffen. She was drawing intently on her tablet screen. Suron was kind enough to give me a run down last night on the latest technology.Her small tongue separated her lips, ever so slightly. Her messy hair bun left small tendrils of curl around her face. She w